The bayou. The swamp.
How did I come to publish these pictures today? Well, that’s an interesting story. A young woman, fairly new to WordPress, stopped by to “like” one of my New Orleans pages. As I usually do, when somebody new passes through, I visited their blog to thank them and have a look around. I never know what I might learn.
Seems that she spent a couple of days in New Orleans. Maybe four or five. She is really sincere about liking the city. And, she managed to figure out “Ray’s Rule for Visiting New Orleans.” You’ve heard it t least a 100 times before. Get out of The French Quarter. She and her companion did that. They found Superior Seafood on St. Charles Avenue. It’s not far from our house, so we eat there. They also found Kenner Seafood. Now that’s a local’s deal. It’s out near the airport. The seafood is super fresh and the prices are very low. It’s where people go when they want to buy a lot of crawfish during the season for a boil at their house. By a lot, I’m talking about 20 to 100 pounds, or more.
You knew this was coming. There’s always a but. She and her companion managed to get out of the city even further. They took a tour. They went to THE BAYOU. In an exchange of messages, I told her that I bayou was just a slow-moving backwater stream. They are usually found in a swampy area. That there was nothing actually called The Bayou in capital letters. For instance, there’s Bayou St. John in the heart of New Orleans. In Mid-City. You’ve seen pictures of it on Storyteller. It’s a pretty wide open stream that flows from Lake Ponchartrain until it comes to an end at Lafitte Avenue. It’s a pretty place. People paddle kayaks there. Walk their dogs there. The Mardi Gras Indians assemble there on Downtown Super Sunday. There are also very swampy looking places just about everywhere once you get outside of New Orleans. After all, most of the city was built on some kind of reclaimed swamp land. The city was originally just located in the French Quarter. Much beyond that was known as “back of town.”
She asked me what she should call where she was. She’d have to tell me roughly where she went — what town, for instance — before I could do that. A lot of bayous that are located away from the city have regional names and are likely spelled in some version of French, or Cajun-French. Just to complicate things further, there are even bayous located near Houston. Texas.
Here’s a couple of swampy, bayouish-like pictures. For your Sunday enjoyment.